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5 D( M8 @# t' k; d今天偶然看到这首纪伯伦的诗,觉得很好,贴出来和大家一起分享8 s2 ]2 \ O* O7 ]. J6 S- i
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On Children
+ V9 i, @ f5 @* E8 { Kahlil Gibran
* h+ `7 G3 k" n) C) SYour children are not your children.
& s' b- X; g: i7 }. DThey are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
$ q/ U& e* X, Q! u8 N2 ]They come through you but not from you,6 i9 c1 s8 m6 F- {
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
0 S2 {% n) |9 IYou may give them your love but not your thoughts,
4 H. n' K% f# }$ i2 QFor they have their own thoughts.: _% a' ]$ g7 @
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
( B2 H+ O0 i- m- B. jFor their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,4 n @- H( O& U( N
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.; T% F; v3 E* D
You may strive to be like them,
4 [! d$ X: Y, X5 X( dbut seek not to make them like you.6 y% P- B( I" N9 c( T
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.1 _+ j" g. [& H7 D' ^
You are the bows from which your children# U5 P8 N) k& i2 ^
as living arrows are sent forth.7 J5 u8 `) k: r+ ?0 O
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,: t# b( g' k4 ]9 R* e0 V! a
and He bends you with His might8 P, W$ H& G {; Z! Z/ ~* k
that His arrows may go swift and far.
1 |& \& f, |) a/ v9 Z/ |Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
% w8 l- P3 E# |; w0 Y* [6 eFor even as He loves the arrow that flies,
9 Y3 n! u! N% u5 }" Jso He loves also the bow that is stable. |
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